Collapse - Mr. Lif

Collapse - Mr. Lif
I notice that you mentioned
Your opinion
Oh, now they got a couple
Of things to say too
What should I do?
Listen or leak crimson?
All over the floor from my wrists
There, now you've got Lif
Some natural, authentic,
Completely genetic
Inherited fate trait
He was eclectic but
He didn't make great
Status is a trendy little song
On a dub plate
Give it some spins
And it begins to wither
My ni**a
What's up, my ni**a?
Let's show and prove
Make moves this winter
Rent a whip and start riding
Look into my eyes and see those
Two worlds colliding
I wanna be home making records
Now I'm in the studio
And all I wanna do is be home
What's stopping you?
Who's that!
Move back!
Drive me to the hospital,
I'm at the point of collapse
Sorry, baby girl, your man
Is out on tour
The floor may drop out
If I don't walk out
Handle my B.I.
See, I think I might have
Just missed
My own life
'Cause I'm working tonight
And the pressure
Sales, interviews, touring,
Performing at my peak
Man, I need sleep
Sales, interviews, touring,
Performing at my peak
Man, I need sleep
Now what truly defines one's life?
Is it the legacy they left behind?
Well, this music seems to be mine
It's been nine interesting
Years in the game
Not too much has changed
I've still got a saw to hack up
Your frame
Performed at all your favorite festivals
Some cats do one show and blow
My destiny to live on the low
It's got me locked in the basement
In the winter in December
Open window, cold toe
Face down on the futon rocking
Yesterday's attire
Woke up early feeling uninspired
Staring at my album outline
At this point I've drafted up
About nine
New Lif, yeah, it's about time
Maybe you've seen me
On stage with Ace,
Came to Perceptionists
Or read an article on
How my verbal weapon is
Well, regardless how you got here,
Feel fear
Kick the kick, stomp the snare,
Goodbye the hi
Watch the rhythm die then resurrect
As I recollect
Ancient black intellect
Erase and redirct
Your collective minds to check
A selective rhyme
Detail
Available at retail, griotmatics
Ipod and Treo addicts gotta have it
It's black magic
That'll wrinkle time's fabric
Have you heard of Lif?
Well, maybe, sorta, perhaps
Listen up and let me guide you
To the point of collapse